I walked down to campus, a short boy smiling at me as I did so. Picking up speed, he knocks on my shoulder, plunging backward. I catch him just before his head hits the ground, taking him into my dorm and laying him on the sofa gently. I walk towards him with a damp towel as he attempts to stand, falling into me. Settling him down again, I take a seat next to him. His head is on my thigh, the warm water from the cloth on his head hitting my leg. I ask his name after a while. He seems to be alright now, so he sits up. "I'm Sep. And you are?" He asks shyly. "The name is Damien. We're roommates." I tell him. I pick up my glasses and a book, beginning to read, feeling his stare. A few days later, I notice his birthday is coming up. I head to the pet store and pick up a small calico kitten. That same night, I began to cry for no particular reason. I don't understand why, but I did. Sep suddenly appeared, and so I lit a cigarette and watched a movie. He came and watched it with me. In the morning I woke up to him in my arms. I forced a smile and tried to go back to sleep. A few hours later, my leg slipped, causing my body to slump slightly. I felt something brush against my lips. Instantly, my eyes open as I grabbed Sep's hips. "S-Sep, I-" I begin to speak, but he cuts me off with a kiss. My heart pounds. His fingers ran through my hair. I'd be lying if I were to say I didn't enjoy it. I picked him up, not breaking away from the kiss. His eyes closed, and so I took the box with the kitten and carried both Sep and the cat into the bedroom. I finally broke away, gasping for breath. I placed the crate in front of him, opening another bottle of vodka. He frowned and asked why I drank so much. I shook my head and looked at the box. He took off the lid and stared at the cat. "You're welcome, kiddo," I mumbled, taking a drink from the bottle. "Thank- Damien... Why do you drink so much?" I shake my head dismissively. "You don't want to know, kid," I say. He begins prying for an answer. In the end, I give in. "I was in a toxic relationship with a girl a few years ago." I murmured, rolling up my sleeves to show scarring. "What I'm about to tell you is something you cannot tell anyone, got it?" He nodded swiftly. "I have severe depression," I explained. "You can't have depression, you're so happy all the time," he whispered. "Sometimes, people act happy so-" He cuts me off with a tight hug. His touch made me sob slightly. I hadn't felt any form of affection in years.

Chapter 2.
   My heart pounded. I knew Sep wanted me to kiss him, and so I held him firmly, my lips meeting his. I leaned back, never breaking away. After what felt like years, we separated reluctantly. "Happy birthday, kid," I whispered as he rested his arms on my shoulders. A warm smile spread across his cute face. My features hardened. I picked up the kitten, letting it nuzzle into me. "How cute!" Sep giggled. I rolled my mismatch colored eyes and grinned.
   The next morning we walked to class together, acting as if nothing had ever happened between us. I know a lot of the girls in our section love me, but I don't care. I'm only interested in Sep. After all, the girls like me because of my voice and looks, not who I am. If they knew anything, they'd be running for the hills.
   Something wasn't right. I rushed into Sep's room and covered the blade of one of my pocket knives of which Sep was about to plunge into his neck. The blood from my hand ran down my wrist as I stared down at him, a concerned expression on my face. "What do you think you're doing?" I shouted. He stuttered, "My family constantly treated me like a reject. I was the least favorite child." Tears running down his face. I leveled my face with his. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. I wrap a bandage around my hand and open the door slowly. I stare down. It's Mia! "Hiya, Damien." She smiled at me. I let her in and we sat on the sofa talking. "So how was France?"
"It was great, actually."
"Was the school there good?"
"Yeah,"
"Did you meet that guy?"
"Yeah,"
"Was he nice?"
"Yeah,"
I grin. I never thought I'd see my little sister again - she left for Paris when I was 16 (three years ago). Mother let her go, too. I always adored Mia more than I did my brothers. Sep eyed Mia suspiciously. He came and sat beside me, holding my arm.
    I explain to Sep that Mia is my sister, and he instantly strikes up a friendly conversation with her. Mia, Sep and I said goodbye, and Mia went back to her hotel near her high school. The petite boy sat beside me, stating positive remarks about Mia. I agreed with all of them. Why wouldn't I? She's amazing.

Chapter 3.
  Both Sep and I went to bed on the sofa. I woke up to a girl knocking on our door. I didn't recognize her at first, but when I looked at her properly, I knew her as Yui. She's a girl slightly younger than Sep. I don't know her very well - we don't speak on many occasions. I know she loves me though. She told me to meet her on the rooftop at lunch. I considered this and nodded slowly. She smiled and scurried off, giggling. I put on my usual school clothing - A white button up, a waistcoat, black slacks, and glasses. I sighed and walked into the classroom with Sep, like any other day. Yui stared at me dreamily, the professor having to yell at her to get back to work on multiple occasions. At lunch, I walked to the rooftop, as I was commanded to. Yui waited for me by the gate, and as I walked up to greet her, she made me sit on a bench. She lectured me about how much she loved me. I knew she only liked how deep my voice is and my looks, not me. I was about to get up to leave when she held my shoulders down, forcing me to remain seated. She kissed me. I gagged profusely. She was a terrible kisser, and I was gay. I shoved her away, wanting to bleach my mouth. "What's wrong with you?" I shout at her, merciless. "Everyone knows I have a b-girlfriend!" I struggle with my words. My cheeks flush red. I see Sep running down the steps towards our dorm. I race after him, calling his name. Having much longer legs than he has, I swiftly catch up. I try to open the door, but he locked it. I cursed, pounding the wood with my fist. There was no answer to my shouts. My anger of which had been bottled up for years suddenly came out. I hit the door, the hinges about to break. I kick it, knocking it over. I see a crying Sep on the sofa. My initial response is to comfort him, but I can't move. My mind goes blank. All I can think of is Sep. I break out of this cycle, forcing myself to walk across the room. I see a smashed phone on the ground. I pick Sep off of the ground, holding him close to my chest. He sobs into my shirt, making me feel horrible. I gulp. In this type of context, I have no idea what to do. He fell asleep in my arms. I smiled weakly, kissing his forehead. I lay him on the bed, cursing. I fix the door, of which was lying on the ground. I rub my eyes out of frustration.

Chapter 4.
  My head hurts. It's throbbing in my skull. My mind is full of words I can't say. Things I can't do. All I can think about is Mia. The day I bought her those tickets. I lied to her because of classes, pretending I had a job. I looked at the necklace on a small pedestal. I remember everything. How that girl kissed me. Running after Sep. Quickly, I rush off of the sofa and search for Sep. I'm about to give up, but I hear him. I turn on my heels, facing him abruptly. He says nothing, just walked up and slotted his arms into my hoodie. Ruffling his hair gently, I apologize.
   "Damien..." He mumbled. My heart pounded. I heard it ringing in my ears. The air around us felt heavy. I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved him away and stared down at him. I was about to walk away when I heard his voice, "Will you be my boyfriend?" He asked, his voice slurred. I turned, leaning down and kissing him slowly. I felt my tongue slip into his mouth, but neither of us cared. He loved me, and I loved him, simple as that. After what felt like forever, I walked away reluctantly, calling Mia. As soon as she heard my voice, she asked, "Is everything alright? Something feels off." I forced a chuckle and told her to come to my dorm. She did as I asked, and I took her in a room away from Sep. Leaning on the wall, I bring myself lower, so she can hear me when I whisper. "I... I'm gay." I mumble. She nodded and hugged me. "It's alright." I rub my temples. "How would I tell mom and dad? They hate me as is."
"No, they don't,"
"How would you know? You weren't there."
She remains silent.  I shake my head. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," I say inaudibly. She shrugs, says goodbye and I let her leave. It was nice to talk to her after such... events.

Chapter 5.
   "Yo, Damien!" A boy screams at me as I'm walking to my dorm. It's Conner, the entire college's biggest jock. "Dude, do you see the way the girls stare at you?" He pants. I shrug as a response, hardly looking at him. He attempts to reach up and make me turn. "Look, I'm kind of busy. What do you want?" I mumble.
"Dude."
"What?"
"You wanna play some football?" He asks, a slim smile spreading across his face. I shake my head. I know football has never been my sport. He frowns at my reaction and said, "Girls will be there," with an upbeat voice. I shrug. "Girl's aren't going to persuade me. I have someone else I should care for."